"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts."

William Shakespeare


Dateline: 2286

Location: The Big Empty (MT)


We see a massive crater, filled not with radioactive rubble, but countless wonders and technology that even beings beyond the stars couldn't fathom. This is Big Mountain; once the crown jewel of the American Continent, now a shining beacon of hope for the rest of humanity.

One lone figure walks amongst the ledges of the crater wearing slightly rusted power armor and an equally conditioned helmet, this man is a lone wanderer...no, a courier. But he's not just any courier, he's THE Courier; the man who ended a four year long war between a dictatorship and a republic, the man who became The Legend of The West, a hero whose legacy would spill out to the lands east of The Colorado as the man who killed Caesar as he sat upon his throne, yet showed mercy to the many denizens of the wastes and even to Caesars top officer.

From Freeside, Goodsprings and all the way to the Valley of Zion, the Courier had shown the Wasteland that there was indeed a time for kindness and mercy, this courier has no name, no family, and no true allegiance. He heeds by many names, lobotomite, Courier and Six to name a few, but most just acknowledge him as The Hero of The Mojave

Thus The Hero of The Mojave carries on, unaware of the role he is about to play.

The figure draws close to the center of the crater, where a monstrous dome resides, almost as if it is mocking one to try and enter inside, fortunately our courier isn't one who is fazed by appearances alone.

Entering the section known as the "Think Tank"; five protected brains sustained in glass float almost angelically across the scene, monitoring their responsibilities to no end, one should immediately note that a tinted hue of blue covers the interior, one may also find that one of the brains has noticed their visitor.

A static-filled but recognizably feminine voice calls out. "Our little teddy bear returns! Have you returned for testing, perhaps you've found that you need your spine and heart back? They're still fresh should you decide on returning to your natural...state of mass." The figure shakes his head, taking off his helmet, we see a man weathered by years scouting the Mojave, a thick blanket of dark brown facial hair covers his face, a blasted back hairstyle complements his somewhat youthful features, but is noticeably growing a little greyer. As if to surprise the brain, the man speaks.

"I'm fine without them." His voice cuts through the air like a chainsaw through steak, a coarse, rough voice that makes us think that it isn't used to speaking things other than distance, stims and wait. "I do, however, have several questions, notably, why has the Forbidden Zone been quiet? Mobius usually brings something up every other week."

"Talk to 8 about that actually. He did say he found something intriguing in the soundwaves emitting from out that direction around the airspace, he wanted to speak as soon as necessary."

At this, the courier stomped towards 8, the sound-bending genius with a penchant for opera music, something the Courier respected very highly, noticing the footsteps, 8 let out a series of beeps and static codes. RobCo Code, something our Courier was very familiar with, considering his mutual standing with one Robert Edwin House.

"Glad to meet you too 8, Dala said you found something suspicious out towards Mobius' land?" 8 simply nods, well...he nodded as well as a robotic brain could at least. "Let's take a look at the data, if it's compelling enough I'll check on it personally."

Merely responding with a beep, 8 prepares the recording, detected by a signal rectifier on the top the Think Tank, an unusually high soundwave bounced across the spectrum, so powerful it was that Big MT was initially put on lockdown when it was first identified. The courier had heard it being mentioned days before that several dozen heads of cattle in a nearby settlement had died suddenly and for no apparent reason; his assumptions were now as solid as ever. Mobius must've had something to do with the soundwave and cattle deaths.

"This soundwave may have been the reason behind the Brahmin deaths in the Mojave, try and contact Mobius. We need to find out what that signal was about. I'll head out there to see what's up in the meantime."

An affirmative chirp came from 8, confirming his choice in heading out the northern dome.


The Courier now wanders alone, trudging towards a dome lit ablaze with red lights, in contrast to the calm blue that gleams marvelously off the Think Tank, the red dome that is the Forbidden Zone; home to the brilliant, albeit eccentric, scientist, mentat enthusiast and a being that's close enough to the courier to call a friend; one Dr. Mobius, the brain he considered most human and most capable to handle the situation that presents itself.

"What could that crazy scientist do now?" The courier asked to himself, armed with his wits and minigun in tow, Courier Six stomped off to the big red dome up north, no doubt to see if his closest colleague was in any danger. Aside from Lily, Gannon or Raul, he never sought other teammates for conversation; the man known as Mr. House was a solid friend and confidant, but his interests clashed with Six's. Whereas Six stood for the Mojave to stand free and independent, House merely saw it as prime real estate, not to say that he was a bad or evil man, but he saw his own way of preserving mankind, and Six respected this.

Six knew that humanity would need to unite itself in order to truly survive, more war would simply drive the point home that maybe we should have been wiped off the planet. Shaking off his thoughts, the armor-clad courier arrived the distinctly red sliding door that housed Mobius' laboratory, here he was, standing at the front of the X-42 Robotics Workshop, home what the courier declared was once a "Freeside-sized Roboscorpion."


Entering the buildiing, there was a large device sitting right in the center, thinking that Mobius must have built it, Six took to investigating the anomaly. It wasn't particularly large or foreboding, standing some 20 feet in height, and notably thinner than the bottom sliding hatch that it evidently must have come through. The device was definitely an oddity to gaze upon; for at the top sat a sphere, glistening from what appeared to be lightning, evidently it was a tesla coil, a very large tesla coil at that.

"The good doctor must've found a copy of Nikola Tesla and You, wonder if he still has it. I want to read it next." Brushing off his inner monologue, the courier took to searching for Mobius. First entering the tank that Mobius secluded himself to, the courier found an intriguing sight; papers and charted readings were strewn and scattered across the upper levels, some highlighting "a peculiar trend in high-frequency and high-altitude anomalies". No doubt the doctor was as confused as he was, reading more papers detailed how the roboscorpions and free-flowing electronics shorted out due to a high-frequency soundwave not unlike an EMP blast, causing permanent damage to the circuitry inside, it appeared that Mobius was trying to make sure this didn't affect the brains, nothing more appeared on the subject as this was the most recent document, written up rather hastily not even a half-hour ago..

Six was definitely worried at this finding; if the brains could be affected, it might cause severe permanent damage or even death. Six needed to find Mobius and the source of the disruption. The situation had just become a matter of extreme importance, if the brains fall, the effects would be felt across not just the Mojave, but the entire country.